This little tidbit of terror is from [email protected]...
I had a friend and he loved Sonic R. He couldn’t stop playing it. I told him to stop. I told
him it wasn’t healthy! He didn’t listen and now he’s gone.
It was a simple party to celebrate a birthday. Everyone was having a good time. I
walked up stairs to head to the bathroom. I saw a bright light come from a room, I
opened the door to see my friend playing Sonic R, over and over again and even
worse he was using Tails doll. I tried to snatch him away from the cursed game; he
lurched back and continued to play. I walked back downstairs to continue the party.
About 3 hours later I had passed out, as I awoke bodies were scattered across the
floor, blood everywhere I looked, but I did not see my friend. I rushed upstairs as my
heart had stopped. I looked inside, all I saw was my friend. His eyes were large and
black. He just sat there. When I tried to talk to him he interrupted me, he was
mumbling the Sonic R theme. He had become the Tails doll.
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him it wasn’t healthy! He didn’t listen and now he’s gone.
It was a simple party to celebrate a birthday. Everyone was having a good time. I
walked up stairs to head to the bathroom. I saw a bright light come from a room, I
opened the door to see my friend playing Sonic R, over and over again and even
worse he was using Tails doll. I tried to snatch him away from the cursed game; he
lurched back and continued to play. I walked back downstairs to continue the party.
About 3 hours later I had passed out, as I awoke bodies were scattered across the
floor, blood everywhere I looked, but I did not see my friend. I rushed upstairs as my
heart had stopped. I looked inside, all I saw was my friend. His eyes were large and
black. He just sat there. When I tried to talk to him he interrupted me, he was
mumbling the Sonic R theme. He had become the Tails doll.
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This piece of Frightening Fiction was submitted by the eerie Dark Enistein...
A friend of mine was eager for a Sonic Racing game. He would come round my house
and moan and complain about how SEGA should "Take their fingers out their arse’s
and make a damn racing game!" I just agreed with him. I tried to make him forget the
idea of a Sonic racing game-- I did not wish to speak of the dreaded Sonic R.
Alas, one day he remembered how to use him computer and stumbled across a
website that talked about "Sonic R." He was delighted. His face covered in sweet glee
and excitement he wanted nothing more than to have this game – not even the
"Shadow the Hedgehog game" could drive his lustful fantasies away. He purchased
the game on E-bay for nothing more than a single dollar-- the user he bought it off
had no user name and had no comment. I investigated further and checked the users
profile, to my dreaded horror I glanced at the silent horror that uploaded onto the
page:
Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails
Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll
Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails
Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll
Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll
Forever.
I couldn’t keep this horror to myself. Fearing for my friend’s life, I rushed over to his
house in a hopeless attempt to halt the expected. I came to his street, Thorn bury
Close. I glanced at the sign post on his door. It used to say "24 Thorn Bury Close." A
cold tickle crawled down my back-- the sign no longer remained. All that was left was a
wall covered in yellow graffiti, "Tails Doll" over and over.
His door was open, the hinges broken, covered in soft toy stuffing. The walls of the
inside of his home were covered in Tails doll graffiti. The downstairs was empty. It
looked like a messed up doll house. All the TV’s were on, the screens were blood
stained and covered in cracks. I was frightened, I wanted to leave but I needed to
know what happened. My ears bled as I heard the congratulations screen from his
bedroom up stairs
I ran up the stairs and into his bedroom. It was empty except for the SEGA Saturn and
the TV. The character selection screen came up, al of the characters had been
unlocked and the game was 100% complete. It was hard to take in-- my eyes began to
water for some reason. I glanced at the screen again and saw the Tails Doll character
fade away. I took few steps back and hit something behind me.
I slowly turned around and fainted at the horror that I saw. His entire family were
nothing more than dolls, in my friend’s hand was the evil Tails Doll, stained with blood,
staring at me with its lifeless eyes. I fell to the floor and blacked out, waking up in my
room. My mother stood at the side of the bed, I told her the story which she refused to
believe. She replied to me, telling me that my friend never existed. She assured me
that no-one lived at 24 Thorn Bury Close.
I knocked my head back trying to take this in. The whole situation was an enigma. I
brushed my hair with my hand and opened my eyes again, only to find "Tails Doll
Forever" imprinted on my ceiling…
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and moan and complain about how SEGA should "Take their fingers out their arse’s
and make a damn racing game!" I just agreed with him. I tried to make him forget the
idea of a Sonic racing game-- I did not wish to speak of the dreaded Sonic R.
Alas, one day he remembered how to use him computer and stumbled across a
website that talked about "Sonic R." He was delighted. His face covered in sweet glee
and excitement he wanted nothing more than to have this game – not even the
"Shadow the Hedgehog game" could drive his lustful fantasies away. He purchased
the game on E-bay for nothing more than a single dollar-- the user he bought it off
had no user name and had no comment. I investigated further and checked the users
profile, to my dreaded horror I glanced at the silent horror that uploaded onto the
page:
Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails
Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll
Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails
Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll
Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll Tails Doll
Forever.
I couldn’t keep this horror to myself. Fearing for my friend’s life, I rushed over to his
house in a hopeless attempt to halt the expected. I came to his street, Thorn bury
Close. I glanced at the sign post on his door. It used to say "24 Thorn Bury Close." A
cold tickle crawled down my back-- the sign no longer remained. All that was left was a
wall covered in yellow graffiti, "Tails Doll" over and over.
His door was open, the hinges broken, covered in soft toy stuffing. The walls of the
inside of his home were covered in Tails doll graffiti. The downstairs was empty. It
looked like a messed up doll house. All the TV’s were on, the screens were blood
stained and covered in cracks. I was frightened, I wanted to leave but I needed to
know what happened. My ears bled as I heard the congratulations screen from his
bedroom up stairs
I ran up the stairs and into his bedroom. It was empty except for the SEGA Saturn and
the TV. The character selection screen came up, al of the characters had been
unlocked and the game was 100% complete. It was hard to take in-- my eyes began to
water for some reason. I glanced at the screen again and saw the Tails Doll character
fade away. I took few steps back and hit something behind me.
I slowly turned around and fainted at the horror that I saw. His entire family were
nothing more than dolls, in my friend’s hand was the evil Tails Doll, stained with blood,
staring at me with its lifeless eyes. I fell to the floor and blacked out, waking up in my
room. My mother stood at the side of the bed, I told her the story which she refused to
believe. She replied to me, telling me that my friend never existed. She assured me
that no-one lived at 24 Thorn Bury Close.
I knocked my head back trying to take this in. The whole situation was an enigma. I
brushed my hair with my hand and opened my eyes again, only to find "Tails Doll
Forever" imprinted on my ceiling…
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This little cautionary catastrophe comes straight from the scary "Super Fairy "...
It was a mistake that Timmy never had chance to redeem.
I told him, I told him Sonic R was evil. But OH NO!!!! He had to do things his way. He
purchased it from eBay after hearing about the curse from Q&B.com. He wanted to
prove it wrong.
Timmy was the kind of kid who played on shoot em ups, Hitman games and etc... so it
delighted his mother when he played a game that wasn't meant to end in a shower of
blood.
She was so wrong.
I called his house the day after he started playing on it. No answer. Just a chilling
silence....that was until someone answered phone with "Timmy can't come to the
phone right now, but you can leave your message with me, TAILS!!!!!!" All you could
hear in the background was "Can you feel the sunshine"......
The next day, on the news,it turned out that Timmy had er....."sliced" each family
member with a metal wire from his Saturn and placed a controller in each of their
hands. His own cause of death was unknown.....only a double-tailed fox doll with a red
jewel on his head and a wire and knife in it's hands was discovered beside his body.
He was in his room,with Sonic R completed and the Tails Doll character missing from
the game screen...........
SHADOW WILL END THIS ONE DAY!!!!!!!
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[email protected] sends us this spine-tingling tale from beyond the grave
(AKA: the Internet)...
My tale is ethereal and horrifying in nature, but it must be told so that no one suffers
the fate of Jake.
Long ago, Jake and I were living perfectly normal lives, untainted by the wretched
things that lurk in the shadows. We were but friends, naive in our youth…there was no
way either of us could have known that our hobby of collecting obscure and arcane
video games would bring about such catastrophe.
I remember… it was a seemingly normal summer’s day. A mutual friend had informed
us of an occult store secretly stationed in a nearby town. We followed the vague
directions until we stumbled upon a staircase, leading to a large and cryptic door. We
entered trying to maintain bravado to impress the other; unaware of what was to come.
Surprisingly the store was well lit, and contained a host of different things, from video
games to equipment for sacrificial rituals. It was there that Jake found a dusty copy of
Sonic R. It was almost as if destiny had struck! Yet another brilliantly off-beat game to
try out…yet some terrifying bit of knowledge called out to me from my subconscious…
a distinct warning. I ignored my unease as he bought it for only five dollars. Some
thing seemed strange about the storekeeper, however, his skin was puffy and
abnormally pale. I continued to ignore my instincts… by that time it was late, and Jake
had to do some yard work so we went our separate ways.
I would regret this for the rest of my life.
The next morning, my dad conversationally asked me what I had done that day. I told
him it was rather uneventful, other than finding a copy of Sonic R. Even uttering those
seemingly harmless syllables drained the blood out of his face. I remember it clearly…
“You fool!” he roared, “Have you any idea what that is? Any one who beats Sonic R
with 100% will descend into madness!”
The truth behind this statement brought me to my knees… a part of me in which I had
never known knew all to well the nature of that game. Its tragic lack of perfection and
catchy music was not meant for mortal minds. Jake had surly fallen victim, as Sonic R
is infamously short and easy.
The king in yellow orange… the horrific stuffed animal whose name I dare not utter,
opened his fluffy rags once more, spreading his insidious madness to all heedless
gamers.
I drove there as fast as I could, but it was too late. He had been rendered a raving
lunatic, singing a bizarre conglomeration of optimistic cheery music lyrics. Clutched in
his hands was the red sign, a strange gem that belongs to the king in yellow and
orange. I grabbed it from him, knowing that if he were to keep it his fate would be
sealed. However, it was too late, the puffy man whom had sold him that sadistic game
was there, ready to reclaim the red sign. He proceeded to hack Jack into small pieces
with an ax…while I ran away, like a coward.
I know I could not have faced such evil, but one cannot help but feel responsible…
Nevertheless I implore you all to never play Sonic R, do not suffer as Jake had.
It brings nothing but ill fortune, all the while the stuffed king cackles at our tragedy…
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the fate of Jake.
Long ago, Jake and I were living perfectly normal lives, untainted by the wretched
things that lurk in the shadows. We were but friends, naive in our youth…there was no
way either of us could have known that our hobby of collecting obscure and arcane
video games would bring about such catastrophe.
I remember… it was a seemingly normal summer’s day. A mutual friend had informed
us of an occult store secretly stationed in a nearby town. We followed the vague
directions until we stumbled upon a staircase, leading to a large and cryptic door. We
entered trying to maintain bravado to impress the other; unaware of what was to come.
Surprisingly the store was well lit, and contained a host of different things, from video
games to equipment for sacrificial rituals. It was there that Jake found a dusty copy of
Sonic R. It was almost as if destiny had struck! Yet another brilliantly off-beat game to
try out…yet some terrifying bit of knowledge called out to me from my subconscious…
a distinct warning. I ignored my unease as he bought it for only five dollars. Some
thing seemed strange about the storekeeper, however, his skin was puffy and
abnormally pale. I continued to ignore my instincts… by that time it was late, and Jake
had to do some yard work so we went our separate ways.
I would regret this for the rest of my life.
The next morning, my dad conversationally asked me what I had done that day. I told
him it was rather uneventful, other than finding a copy of Sonic R. Even uttering those
seemingly harmless syllables drained the blood out of his face. I remember it clearly…
“You fool!” he roared, “Have you any idea what that is? Any one who beats Sonic R
with 100% will descend into madness!”
The truth behind this statement brought me to my knees… a part of me in which I had
never known knew all to well the nature of that game. Its tragic lack of perfection and
catchy music was not meant for mortal minds. Jake had surly fallen victim, as Sonic R
is infamously short and easy.
The king in yellow orange… the horrific stuffed animal whose name I dare not utter,
opened his fluffy rags once more, spreading his insidious madness to all heedless
gamers.
I drove there as fast as I could, but it was too late. He had been rendered a raving
lunatic, singing a bizarre conglomeration of optimistic cheery music lyrics. Clutched in
his hands was the red sign, a strange gem that belongs to the king in yellow and
orange. I grabbed it from him, knowing that if he were to keep it his fate would be
sealed. However, it was too late, the puffy man whom had sold him that sadistic game
was there, ready to reclaim the red sign. He proceeded to hack Jack into small pieces
with an ax…while I ran away, like a coward.
I know I could not have faced such evil, but one cannot help but feel responsible…
Nevertheless I implore you all to never play Sonic R, do not suffer as Jake had.
It brings nothing but ill fortune, all the while the stuffed king cackles at our tragedy…
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For a survivor's story, listen to Craig's close call...
The other day I was a lucky victim of the Tails Doll!
As I was getting ready for school, I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, singing in
my head "Can You Feel the Sunshine." My mum and dad were out. Then I heard
banging -- to the beat of "Can You Feel the Sunshine!" After I finished brushing my
teeth, I got dressed. There behind me was the Tails Doll! I whimpered into a corner. I
felt a soft, furry thing. I picked it up. It was my Sonic from Sonic R plushie. As soon as
the Tails Doll saw this, it fell to the ground. I kicked it and it disappeared into thin air.
That's how I am a very lucky victim.
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As I was getting ready for school, I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, singing in
my head "Can You Feel the Sunshine." My mum and dad were out. Then I heard
banging -- to the beat of "Can You Feel the Sunshine!" After I finished brushing my
teeth, I got dressed. There behind me was the Tails Doll! I whimpered into a corner. I
felt a soft, furry thing. I picked it up. It was my Sonic from Sonic R plushie. As soon as
the Tails Doll saw this, it fell to the ground. I kicked it and it disappeared into thin air.
That's how I am a very lucky victim.
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This dude purports to be a Good Tails Doll! I wouldn't trust him. It sounds like a trap,
written by none other then the ONE and ONLY Tails Doll (AKA: The Bad One)...
The other night, I was playing Sonic R's computer version as myself in the bad way. I
had completed it 100%, but little did I know about the tragedy that would befall me. I
was listening to an MP3 of "Super Sonic Racing" that next few weeks. I was very happy
thinking memories of the very moment that I had gotten everything unlocked...until it
hit me. I knew about my bad side. I sweat. I twitched. I floated as fast as I could. I was
insane. That night, I heard the song "Super Sonic Racing.". Brace yourself... I
thought. When I heard about a murder at Glassboro, I went there, and nothing, not
even blood, the victim, nor cops were there. Just a yellowish-orange plush toy with a
glowing red gem on its head. My bad side...we fought. I was damaging it like crazy,
while it was draining my stuffed soul. As I delivered the final blow (which was a really
critical one), it started to explode as stuffing started leaking out of its fur. I ripped it into
tiny pieces which I threw in the city dump. Satisfied, I went back home and continued
playing Sonic R (which was Tails Doll-free life from that day on).
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This frightening foray was sent to me from the dread "Dragon Reaper King"...
I saw your site. Here's a story from a true story.
I was playing the Sonic R that my friend has given me. He said that it was cursed and
he doesn't want it. I asked him for it and he said, "your funeral." I played it with his
memory card (I didn't have one), and I saw it had 60% of it done. So I finished it
A week later, I was watching Naruto on my computer while talking to my friends when
my TV flicked on. I told my friend and he went "WTF. Your sister has the remote and is
playing a trick on you like she did a couple of years ago." Then I told him that I had my
remote and my universal remote was currently being used by a friend for some
project. I looked at the TV where some gem was glowing. I looked at it for a minute
before turning back to Naruto and chatting. I heard some voice and blacked out.
When I awoke, I saw my Sega Saturn controller in my hands and the Tails Doll
character missing. In my room. I left to check my computer. When I checked my
computer, I saw that a new contact name was added:
[email protected]
I backed up, knocking over my chair. When I heard something in my room, I ran there
and saw two black eyes that looked like a void., and the same glowing gem I saw on
my TV! I Quickly grabbed my Air gun and cranked it up to the hardest setting.(My
friend modified it to shoot harder with a dial.) I started shooting with my eyes closed. I
shot all 30 metal pellets I put in there. Some missed and some hit..
When I opened my eyes, I saw "Tails Dol"l written everywhere in my room in red. And
stranger still, my stuffed animals had red sticky stuffing coming out of a slash marks
on their fabric. When I looked around, I saw white stuffing on the ground leading to my
Saturn.
I was lucky.
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This tragic tale comes from "Horror Edd," and with a name like that, the man obviously
knows his horror...
My story starts two years ago, when I met my fiancée. She was a gorgeous women,
with long blond hair and crystal blue eyes. Her skin was soft and smooth, and her
voice was lovely to hear. I was 23 when I met her. We dated for some time, a year and
a half, and decided to wed.
The wedding was spectacular, our friends and family cheering. One present, from my
best friend, was a SEGA Saturn and a copy of Sonic R. He gave it to my new wife and I
as I always wanted to play Sonic R, having played every Sonic game except the racer.
My wife was also a Sonic fan, and was glade to receive the gift.
We brought this single gift on our plane rid to the Bahamas, where we would
honeymoon. The ride was quite long, considering we were coming from California. To
pass the time, my wife and I played the SEGA Saturn -- a small battery powered TV
allowed us to view the game.
As we played the game, we soon enjoyed it, and unlocked all the characters. I looked
at Tails doll, and always wondered if the dark eyed creature would handle well. I
played with my wife, controlling the foul beast.
Our flight was said to be delayed, a snowstorm in New York would prolong our layover.
As we stopped at a hotel, waiting to get to our destination, we slept in two separate
rooms, to halt temptation.
When I awoke the next morning, my fiancée was pale. Her skin was no longer the color
I fell in love with, and felt cold as snow outside. I looked around her room, and saw
nothing suspicious. I called the manager, and he looked in fear at my wife's wane
corpse. He left to call 911 and had her body autopsied.
Later, when I went to play my copy of Sonic R, to relax my bones, and saw that Tails
Doll was gone, though my clear data was at 100%. I quickly ran from my room to my
dead wife's, and opened her closet to grab my jacket. The closet opened, and three
dolls fell from the closet. Each was of the dark and loathsome creature, the Tails doll.
The biggest plushie had a post it on it, reading "Your wife was taken by the Tails Doll's
curse." I rid myself of the game as soon as I left that hotel.
One month later the autopsy showed my wife had orange fur clogging her throat, and
underneath lay a copy of Sonic R.
I don't want anybody else to suffer how I did. Do not play Sonic R, and certainly do not
clear it, or you'll suffer like me...from the Tails Doll.
This Shriek-worthy snippet is from "Linkiii816."
Gavin had once been my best friend. We'd both loved all of the same things.
Among those things were Sonic games.
Now, Gavin also loved racing games. Among these were none other than the famed
Mario Kart games. Now, imagine how enthusiatic he was when he got a Sonic racing
game off Ebay. Sadly, we did not know of the evil that Sonic R contained. We both
started up the game. Luckily, I had to leave after only five minutes.
I should've seen the signs as I said good-bye to my friend. He barely noticed that I was
leaving. His eyes were glazed over, almost as if he was in a trance.
The next day at school, he was continuously humming the tune "Can you feel the
sunshine?". His eyes were still glazed over, and he hardly recognized any of his
friends. And the most horrible part comes now: When I glanced into his backpack, I
saw none other than the dreaded Tails Doll. Its blank gaze was fixed on Gavin, and its
eyes were somehow following him.
The next day, Gavin was in a coma. The only things anyone found were the Tails Doll
clutched in his arm, and a piece of paper that said "Long live the Tails Doll."
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Among those things were Sonic games.
Now, Gavin also loved racing games. Among these were none other than the famed
Mario Kart games. Now, imagine how enthusiatic he was when he got a Sonic racing
game off Ebay. Sadly, we did not know of the evil that Sonic R contained. We both
started up the game. Luckily, I had to leave after only five minutes.
I should've seen the signs as I said good-bye to my friend. He barely noticed that I was
leaving. His eyes were glazed over, almost as if he was in a trance.
The next day at school, he was continuously humming the tune "Can you feel the
sunshine?". His eyes were still glazed over, and he hardly recognized any of his
friends. And the most horrible part comes now: When I glanced into his backpack, I
saw none other than the dreaded Tails Doll. Its blank gaze was fixed on Gavin, and its
eyes were somehow following him.
The next day, Gavin was in a coma. The only things anyone found were the Tails Doll
clutched in his arm, and a piece of paper that said "Long live the Tails Doll."
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Alexandar Miljkovic sends us this ominous anecdote. Could it be true? I don't know.
The only thing I thought the Tails Doll gave out was death, and lots of it...
One night close to Christmas I bought a copy of Sonic R for the computer. I love Sonic
games...so I had to stay up all night to get 100% on hard mode! I beat the same five
courses over and over again. I even learned the songs for every level!
It was late. 3 am.
My father could have woken up, so I had to get to bed so he wouldn't find me playing
games late on the computer. I got up from the chair and turned around to head for my
room. I looked out from the window. I saw something that I thought it was a cat and
continued walking. When I got to my room I looked out of the window again...then I saw
eyes...blue shining ones. I got dizzy -- like when all your blood floods into your head.
When I opened my eyes I saw it laying on my floor -- that blue light! Once again, I got
dizzy. When I could see again, I quickly went out of the room. I looked out of the
window where I first saw the thing that I thought it was a cat.
I saw a red dot in the sky.
Later, on the night before Christmas I was ready to go in to my room again. I told
myself it must have been a flashlight, even though I thought about it long into the
night. I looked at my watch and saw that it was the same time as when I first saw "The
Tails Doll!" I fell asleep after that.
When I woke up at Christmas I found a post-it that said "You've been gifted with the
greatest gift you ever can get" I took it to my mom and asked her what I got? She gave
me a wierd look and asked what I was talking about. I showed her the post-it but she
didn't see anything. I looked at it again and nothing was written on it.
I know this -- I've had become faster then before. It's true...faster and more powerful.
Since that day I've taken to racing against people. And winning.
If you don't want to believe this, it's your choice. For the believers, however, the Tails
Doll might not be so bad after all. Was it really HE/IT who gave me these powers?
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games...so I had to stay up all night to get 100% on hard mode! I beat the same five
courses over and over again. I even learned the songs for every level!
It was late. 3 am.
My father could have woken up, so I had to get to bed so he wouldn't find me playing
games late on the computer. I got up from the chair and turned around to head for my
room. I looked out from the window. I saw something that I thought it was a cat and
continued walking. When I got to my room I looked out of the window again...then I saw
eyes...blue shining ones. I got dizzy -- like when all your blood floods into your head.
When I opened my eyes I saw it laying on my floor -- that blue light! Once again, I got
dizzy. When I could see again, I quickly went out of the room. I looked out of the
window where I first saw the thing that I thought it was a cat.
I saw a red dot in the sky.
Later, on the night before Christmas I was ready to go in to my room again. I told
myself it must have been a flashlight, even though I thought about it long into the
night. I looked at my watch and saw that it was the same time as when I first saw "The
Tails Doll!" I fell asleep after that.
When I woke up at Christmas I found a post-it that said "You've been gifted with the
greatest gift you ever can get" I took it to my mom and asked her what I got? She gave
me a wierd look and asked what I was talking about. I showed her the post-it but she
didn't see anything. I looked at it again and nothing was written on it.
I know this -- I've had become faster then before. It's true...faster and more powerful.
Since that day I've taken to racing against people. And winning.
If you don't want to believe this, it's your choice. For the believers, however, the Tails
Doll might not be so bad after all. Was it really HE/IT who gave me these powers?
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Eldritch Izzy sends us this heart-stopping story...
It was a while ago when I got Sonic R. I had no idea that there was a secret character
until I finished everything. I don't want to say his name, but my older brother came to
join me and play around with the game.
...what happened next was all my fault.
I noticed that I had a new character, the Tails Doll. I wanted to see what it could do so I
let him control it until we had to stop playing.
Later that night, we were home alone so we watched a film and tried to pull an all-
nighter. Halfway through the movie, we paused it because we spotted something-- in
the crowded scene, clear as ice, was the Tails Doll. It's vacant eyes stared at us and
it's head followed us around the room. We rewound the DVD a bit and played it again
but this time, it was gone, So we carried on watching the last part of the film and joked
about what we saw.
Before we turned the DVD player off, something too strange for words happened. IT
came out of the TV screen and started to throw things about. My brother ran upstairs
to get his sword to try and stop the beast, but it was too powerful. It threw him against
the wall and dived into him. As he stood up, "Living in the City" started to play from
nowhere. I was really scared as he broke down the front door and massacred anyone
outside. I followed him around half of the town until I lost sight of him. No one has seen
my only brother since. Bodies were everywhere.
I think the only reason he didn't kill me was because he was still my brother. It was all
my fault because I let him be the stupid doll. Don't suffer like I have -- burn the game if
you have it.
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until I finished everything. I don't want to say his name, but my older brother came to
join me and play around with the game.
...what happened next was all my fault.
I noticed that I had a new character, the Tails Doll. I wanted to see what it could do so I
let him control it until we had to stop playing.
Later that night, we were home alone so we watched a film and tried to pull an all-
nighter. Halfway through the movie, we paused it because we spotted something-- in
the crowded scene, clear as ice, was the Tails Doll. It's vacant eyes stared at us and
it's head followed us around the room. We rewound the DVD a bit and played it again
but this time, it was gone, So we carried on watching the last part of the film and joked
about what we saw.
Before we turned the DVD player off, something too strange for words happened. IT
came out of the TV screen and started to throw things about. My brother ran upstairs
to get his sword to try and stop the beast, but it was too powerful. It threw him against
the wall and dived into him. As he stood up, "Living in the City" started to play from
nowhere. I was really scared as he broke down the front door and massacred anyone
outside. I followed him around half of the town until I lost sight of him. No one has seen
my only brother since. Bodies were everywhere.
I think the only reason he didn't kill me was because he was still my brother. It was all
my fault because I let him be the stupid doll. Don't suffer like I have -- burn the game if
you have it.
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Woah. The maniacal Manic sends us this one from "The Tails Doll's" world. He calls it:
"When the Plush Fox Gets You"...
Sonic R... SONIC R! I curse thee from the depths of hell! If I could... until my own curse
is broken. But I cannot make a sound... nay... not to them. With the other fools, we can
all hear each other... nothing good to say at all. Newcomer's wail, making no sense.
Many of the others have been around here for a long time. They mumble on about
how they heard of the curse, not listening to cries from the clerks. Then, the ones that
make sense had beaten the hell game years ago. We cower in a corner, huddling for
protection. We hear each other, sometimes drowned out by "Can you feel the
Sunshine".
But all stop, when stuffing falls to the fire beneath us. It arrives, or 'he' as it is liked to
be known as. We are it's slaves, and do what ever it orders. Not that it does. It says no
words, but we do. Loud echoes in our mind make us scream it out.
Tails Doll... Tails Doll...
I was once a human too, a great Sonic fan. A great Tails fan, he was so cute. Strange,
for a boy yes... but he was cuter. But cuter still... was the Tails Doll. I thought nothing
of it, close to 100% completion of the Hell game. Until, Flickies emerged from my
screen. Maybe I was hallucinating... but no. I touched one, feeling it's feathers. They
were warm... cozy. It soon turned, however, as something else came from my screen.
The Doll, with blank eyes, gazing at me. Visions danced in my mind, of the eyes, and
the devilish ruby on top of his head. They say Robotnik made him... but we all know
the Doll made Robotnik. The Doll rules Sega, each day handing out free games in the
street. Of course, controlling a human. They laugh at the Doll, bobbling comically.
They should be crying, as not even turning off the Saturn can stop him.
But what can do it is simple... by giving up. Just accept your fate, and death will be
less painful. Not too much... but then... you can meet me here. I shall see you later,
friends.
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The late Vollbrian writes in posthumously to tell us of his grizzly demise. It appears that
he went out like a "N00b," and that getting "p0wned" by the Tails Doll "suxorz"....
Ok, like 2 years ago, I got Sonic R for PC, and like 1 year ago I finally got all the
characters unlocked. Then like 6 months ago when I went to play Sonic R, I noticed
one of the characters wasn't unlocked anymore.
The Tails Doll!
I said "wtf!", I was pi$sed off, so I took the Sonic R disc out of my computer and threw it
into the microwave and turned that on! When the microwave's bell rang when it was
finished cooking the disc, I was surprised. The disc was not in there at all, but instead
the Tails doll. I gave it to my cat to play with.
A day later I found my cat dead in her bed.
I said, "wtf!" Then I gave the Tails doll to my brothers.
The next day they were dead too,
I said, LOL!"
But then I was scared because I was the only one left, since my parents didn't like it
'cuz it looked gay. So I put it on ebay. It was supposed to be on there for 2 days.
But the next morning I was dead, and the evil doll said, "wtf, t3h parents left!"
Then it wandered back into the microwave where it came from...
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characters unlocked. Then like 6 months ago when I went to play Sonic R, I noticed
one of the characters wasn't unlocked anymore.
The Tails Doll!
I said "wtf!", I was pi$sed off, so I took the Sonic R disc out of my computer and threw it
into the microwave and turned that on! When the microwave's bell rang when it was
finished cooking the disc, I was surprised. The disc was not in there at all, but instead
the Tails doll. I gave it to my cat to play with.
A day later I found my cat dead in her bed.
I said, "wtf!" Then I gave the Tails doll to my brothers.
The next day they were dead too,
I said, LOL!"
But then I was scared because I was the only one left, since my parents didn't like it
'cuz it looked gay. So I put it on ebay. It was supposed to be on there for 2 days.
But the next morning I was dead, and the evil doll said, "wtf, t3h parents left!"
Then it wandered back into the microwave where it came from...
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Poor Bottles98 alerts us to an insidious incident involving the "Sonic Gems Collection."
But it's supposed to be free of the curse, right? RIGHT?!
So, me and my brother -- we'll call him...Jim -- were playing Sonic R on the Gems
Collection. I had just unlocked Tails Doll. I heard the rumors, but thought they were all
a ridiculous mishmash, so, me and my brother decided to use him in a race in Regal
Ruins. I got 1st place, he got 2nd. We were pretty darn happy. Then the power went
out. "That's weird," we thought. We looked out the window, every other house had
power. "Huh?" We went to call our parents on the cell phone. It had been on the
charger all day, yet when we picked it up...
"DEAD BATTERY"
We heard the trash can outside fall down. Idiotically, we go out to investigate. The
trash can was fine. Then, behind us, we hear the door open and close. We heard stuff
being knocked over. We wanted to be as safe as perfectly possible. SO I SENT JIM!!
Ten minutes passed. I was scared. I had not heard anything since Jim entered the
house. I went inside. Jim was in the shower, fully clothed, water running, unconscious.
Then the power came back on. I ran into the living room fast as possible to call Mom &
Dad.
First, I saw the jewel. Then, those terrible, terrible eyes. All good emotion was sucked
out of me. I felt I would never be happy again. I knew who it was.
TAILS DOLL.
He threw the phone at me. As it knocked me out, I heard my parents on the phone
say, "What's wrong? Larry..."
20 minutes later, Mom and Dad arrived, and woke me up. They ask what happened.
but I couldn't speak, I was so terrified. They said "What happened? The lights are on
in our home, but...every other house has the power out."
I came to my senses. "Jim...where's Jim?"
"Jim?" They ask.
"My brother, Jim. You know."
"...you're our only child, Larry."
"No," I said. I ran up to Jim's room -- an office. I went back to my room. On the TV was
a note. I knew who it was from. I grabbed it nervously and read it.
"MAYBE NOW YOU BELIEVE."
I ran into my room. I hid in my bed, but couldn't sleep. Ever since then I haven't been
able to sleep, wondering what really happened that night.
And whether the Doll would strike once more.
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Collection. I had just unlocked Tails Doll. I heard the rumors, but thought they were all
a ridiculous mishmash, so, me and my brother decided to use him in a race in Regal
Ruins. I got 1st place, he got 2nd. We were pretty darn happy. Then the power went
out. "That's weird," we thought. We looked out the window, every other house had
power. "Huh?" We went to call our parents on the cell phone. It had been on the
charger all day, yet when we picked it up...
"DEAD BATTERY"
We heard the trash can outside fall down. Idiotically, we go out to investigate. The
trash can was fine. Then, behind us, we hear the door open and close. We heard stuff
being knocked over. We wanted to be as safe as perfectly possible. SO I SENT JIM!!
Ten minutes passed. I was scared. I had not heard anything since Jim entered the
house. I went inside. Jim was in the shower, fully clothed, water running, unconscious.
Then the power came back on. I ran into the living room fast as possible to call Mom &
Dad.
First, I saw the jewel. Then, those terrible, terrible eyes. All good emotion was sucked
out of me. I felt I would never be happy again. I knew who it was.
TAILS DOLL.
He threw the phone at me. As it knocked me out, I heard my parents on the phone
say, "What's wrong? Larry..."
20 minutes later, Mom and Dad arrived, and woke me up. They ask what happened.
but I couldn't speak, I was so terrified. They said "What happened? The lights are on
in our home, but...every other house has the power out."
I came to my senses. "Jim...where's Jim?"
"Jim?" They ask.
"My brother, Jim. You know."
"...you're our only child, Larry."
"No," I said. I ran up to Jim's room -- an office. I went back to my room. On the TV was
a note. I knew who it was from. I grabbed it nervously and read it.
"MAYBE NOW YOU BELIEVE."
I ran into my room. I hid in my bed, but couldn't sleep. Ever since then I haven't been
able to sleep, wondering what really happened that night.
And whether the Doll would strike once more.
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Professor Saturn sends us this scary suicide note, in hopes that we may further piece
together this macabre mystery...
This is Prof. Saturn, the director of the Rhode Island state mental institution. One of
our patients has recently committed suicide, and left this note. The nurse that found
his body has a son who is quite knowledgeable in video games and recommended
that I send a copy of this letter to you for your site. I hope it proves helpful.
They told me it was just a game, a quick little way to pass some time. I played and
completed it with relative ease, so easy so easy. Sunshine burned into my brain,
diamonds in the sky. The eyes, so dark. So soft and cuddly! Two swirling dark
vortexes, burning searing. I have to survive. They locked me up. Whywhywhy? This
room, so cushy and white. Soft walls can't move. Have to get out. Why don't they
believe me? Furry and yellow, sticky red slimey. It wasn't me! Wasn't me! Just living in
the city, playing playing with friends. Camping is fun, but the dark is scary. I'll bring my
new doll! Doll is safe. Doll warm sunshine. Can you feel it? It wasn't me! Dark
eyeseyes. Friends not moving. Slimey red juice. Runrunrun supersonic racing. I didn't
do it! Doll here with me, so softsoft. Nice feelings. Softgood.
Can you feel the sunshine
our patients has recently committed suicide, and left this note. The nurse that found
his body has a son who is quite knowledgeable in video games and recommended
that I send a copy of this letter to you for your site. I hope it proves helpful.
They told me it was just a game, a quick little way to pass some time. I played and
completed it with relative ease, so easy so easy. Sunshine burned into my brain,
diamonds in the sky. The eyes, so dark. So soft and cuddly! Two swirling dark
vortexes, burning searing. I have to survive. They locked me up. Whywhywhy? This
room, so cushy and white. Soft walls can't move. Have to get out. Why don't they
believe me? Furry and yellow, sticky red slimey. It wasn't me! Wasn't me! Just living in
the city, playing playing with friends. Camping is fun, but the dark is scary. I'll bring my
new doll! Doll is safe. Doll warm sunshine. Can you feel it? It wasn't me! Dark
eyeseyes. Friends not moving. Slimey red juice. Runrunrun supersonic racing. I didn't
do it! Doll here with me, so softsoft. Nice feelings. Softgood.
Can you feel the sunshine